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Mar 2017
Slowly I am
wiping the mirrors
judging the subtle reality behind it
witnessing the frivolous frailties
And
Maybe
I finally can
let go of those years
Drowning in your sins
as mine
*Robbing me of my own home
Written by
Ishani Behera
290
   Aeerdna
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